On Saturday night, I said, ‘Okay God, I quit. I’m yours.’ I went to bed and got up the next morning and I just felt all different. It was the way my friends who are more evangelical would say, ‘born again.’ It was absolutely, absolutely that sense of being all different. I teased my parish priest by saying, “Gosh, your homilies make so much more sense!” Everything was different about the way I was inside.